The Jester Emperor yawned and reclined back on the large rock, his arm supporting his neck and his palm cradling his head, relaxed and lazy.
Inside Without-Sun City—suddenly, it turned chaotic like a pot of porridge boiling over.
The Guardian Saint Spirit stationed at the Heaven-Reaching Pillar reacted extremely quickly, immediately filling the gap, and the crack on the Clan Protection Formation was repaired in the blink of an eye.
But in that blink of an eye, two beings had broken in.
One of them wore a red bridal veil and red cloth shoes, holding a red umbrella in hand.
She bathed in the blood rain, walking gracefully, exuding an allure in every step.
Her long legs, because of her walking posture, occasionally flashed from beneath her skirt hem—her delicate skin tempting to touch, and her plump, round shapes were exactly what humans find aesthetically pleasing, making it hard to look away.
